A/N: Hello and welcome once again! Thank you so much to the people who have left reviews! It made me happy to know people are reading. So just a little update, I've decided that I will update this fic on Friday, Saturday, or Sunday every week. I've decided to fix a schedule on when to update this so that it doesn't end up having irregular updates (and so that I don't get lazy to write). I'll be adding this to my profile, as well as if I'll have to postpone an update or anything like that. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Mortal Instruments or any of the characters in the story for they are Cassandra Clare's. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 2

Alec's POV

"Hey dude, you alright?"

I jumped and looked around frantically. The room was the color of pale blue. A desk was stationed on the upper right corner, a closet on the other, a door (most likely the bathroom) beside it, and a door and side table beside the bed. The bed I was currently lying down on.

I began to calm down when I noticed I was in my room.

"Woah dude, you need to chill for a moment." I directed my attention to my left to see a guy leaning on my desk, his hand twirling a pen.

"Yeah, uh, sorry. I'm just really tired." I shifted my eyes and dug my thumb nail into the curve of my pointer finger. He tilted his head to his left, obviously suspicious, and sat down on the corner of the bed.

"Alright, hold on a second. Did something happen during class?" He leaned forward a bit to make eye contact with me, blue against similar-to-gold.

"I'm really fine Jace, nothing happened." I said with a slight smile.

Jace has been my best friend for the past ten years. We've been through a lot, fights and all, and I know by now my little façade won't fool him. But maybe this time…

"Nope, you are definitely hiding something from me. Did you meet a boy?" He leaned forward a bit more and wiggled his eyebrows. I folded my legs towards my chest and rested my chin on my knees and blushed.

Crap.

"Ooh, seems like the damsel here got his heart stolen." He put his hand on his forehead and dramatically sighed. I grabbed a pillow and threw it at him which he expertly dodged and the pillow landed on the floor. He laughed as I grabbed a few more pillows to throw at him (none successfully hitting him) and decided to push him almost causing him to fall off the bed.

"Okay okay, I'll stop." He chuckled a bit and steadied himself. He looked at me again and his expression turned a bit serious which almost scared me since he wasn't really the type to, judging by his previous behavior.

"What's his name?" He asked. I looked away from him and scratched my head.

"I, well uh…I don't know." His eyes widened a bit and he let out a gasp. "What? The reserved and quiet Alexander Lightwood has fallen in love with a man whom he knows nothing of, not even his name? What has the world become?" I slapped him on the leg and he rubbed the inflicted spot and groaned as if thousands of daggers pierced his body.

"Can you at least tell me what he looks like?" Jace said, reverting back to normal.

I unfolded my legs and rested my head on the headboard. I thought for a bit, one, two minutes passed and I lifted my head to look at Jace.

"He's very…showy," I stared to explain as I scratched my neck. "His sense of fashion is colorful and he seems to be the social type of person." At this statement, Jace said nothing for a bit. I opened my mouth to say something, but closed it again. I bit my lower lip in anticipation. Did I say something I shouldn't have?

"Alright, can you tell me where Alec is? Because you are definitely not Alec." He squinted and I slapped him again which caused him to laugh.

"Can you please take this seriously?" I frowned and grabbed a pillow to hug. Yes, it was definitely not me to like someone so easily, even more so the guy was most likely a flashy socialite. I was just plain, old, and simple Alec. That's all there was to it.

Jace stopped laughing and looked at me. His slightly golden colored eyes were piercing right through me and I bowed my head down, not being used to the sudden attention.

"Sorry man. I didn't mean to, it's just…" Jace started and stopped, thinking about what to say next. "It's been a while since—"

"Yeah I know." I interrupted him in a voice more harsh than intended, not wanting to hear what he was going to say next. I looked up and saw a bit of a pained expression on his face and immediately regretted the absentmindedness on my use of tone. I bowed my head again, looking at my legs.

"Sorry." I said and he laughed a bit, resulting in me looking at him again.

"It's alright; I probably shouldn't have bothered recalling it." He smiled at me. "I was just teasing you because I'm happy you found a new guy. You better find out his name first though before anything else, if you know what I mean." He winked at me and I hit him on the shoulder. We both laughed for a bit until we heard a phone ring.

Jace reached into his pocket to bring out his phone. He checked it and looked at it for a while, his eyes scanning the lighted screen. He put his phone back in his pocket and stood up.

"Sorry, I gotta go now. Just got a text message from my brother saying to get my ass back at home for whatever reason." I checked the clock near the desk. 7:30 pm.

"Seems like it's a bit of an emergency since it's still early." I said and Jace shrugged.

"You can never tell with my brother. I bet he's just telling me to go home to buy some stuff at the convenience store." We both laughed and he made his way towards the door, his hand on the door knob.

"To be honest, I think this guy will be different." I looked up at him and furrowed my eyebrows. "What do you mean?"

"Well, it's the first time you've displayed so many emotions in one sitting. I think he's got you wrapped around his finger. Or maybe his fingers are already wrapped around something else." He grinned, and he opened the door and exited with a wave before I was able to throw yet another pillow at him.

I sighed, and tilted my head side to side to get rid of the soreness in my neck. I stood up and began picking up the pillows from the floor, stretching a few times when I got back up from bending down. I threw them on the bed and I sat back down.

What was I thinking? I scratched my head in frustration. Liking a guy like that? Really? I don't even have the time. I knew I was overthinking about this and groaned. I bet he didn't even notice me.

I lied down and closed my eyes. That was probably the worst part about the situation: He might have not even noticed me. It probably got even worse when the teacher dismissed us and I ran out of the classroom as if my life depended on it. A guy who looks like that probably thought I was plain or boring and—

"But he smiled at me," The thought interrupted my wave of pessimism and I smiled. He was incredibly handsome, and had olive skin and eyes that were a mixture of green and yellow, resembling the color of a cat's. Although the amount of glitter on the guy could grab the attention of probably half of the human race, I only noticed him when he smiled. He looked a little sleepy, but he showed a genuine one; not the fake "yes bask in my presence" kind

But I can't just like him already. I mean, I don't even know his name. I groaned again in annoyance with myself. Why am I so fucking prissy about this?

Before I was able to knock myself out because of my stupidity, I heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I said as I sat upright.

"Sir Alec, it's time for dinner." A female voice was heard on the other side. Most likely the maid.

"Ah, alright I'll be downstairs in a minute." I said and afterwards I heard the clacking of shoes walk away from the door. I got up and went inside the bathroom to fix my hair and walked out of my bedroom.

I walked down the staircase and into the dining room where I saw my family already starting their meals. My father was at the head of the table, my mother to his left and then my brother. There was an empty space on the other side of my father, and my sister sat beside it.

I walked towards the long rectangular dinner table and sat on the empty spot. The maid walked towards me and handed me a tray with a towel on it to wipe my hands with. I placed the towel back on the tray after I was finished with it and she bowed and walked back to wherever she came from.

The table was filled with all kinds of meat and vegetables; an assortment of high quality goods and vibrant colors. I placed what seemed of roasted beef with vegetables on my plate and began eating and my father spoke.

"How was school, Alexander?" My father had a gravelly kind of voice; making him both intimidating and not at all pleasant to talk to. It was because I was used to hearing it I wasn't so scared but the same voice had the power to control thousands of men. It's not a surprise if you find out he's one of the leading entrepreneurs in the corporate business.

"It was alright. Nothing out of the ordinary." I put another mouthful of food in my mouth and chewed. "It was actually anything but normal," I thought, but kept my straight face and continued chewing.

"And you, Isabelle?" My father also put a mouthful of food in his mouth and looked at my sister.

"Same here." She was chewing the food in her mouth and grabbed her glass of water and drank. My brother raised his hand up in eagerness and was jumping in his seat.

"School was really, really, really, fun today! We were painting and the teacher said I had the best one!" My mother laughed and patted his head.

"Alright alright, calm down now." She got a napkin and wiped his mouth even though he was still bouncing up and down in his seat.

"Yes we are. Good job Maxwell." My father gave a slight smile (which he rarely did) and Max had a huge grin on his face.

The rest of dinner was in silence, the only thing being heard was the clanking of silverware on ceramic until I heard the screeching of the chair against the floor. I looked up to see a maid pulling back my father's chair as he stood up.

"Excuse me," He said, and walked to the door and up the stairs. My mother followed after a few minutes and afterwards my brother stood up, leaving my sister and me alone in the dining room.

"You saw a guy, didn't you?" Isabelle said as she lifted her glass of water to her lips as I choked on the water already passing through my throat. She laughed and I had to hastily drink more water to stop the burning feeling in my throat.

"How, how did you…?" I asked as my breathing regained back to normal.

"You just told me." She put on an innocent smile and I smacked my head down on the table.

"Aww, why so depressed? As if you could hide anything from me." She leaned back against the chair and I turned my head to glare at her.

"His name?" She said and looked at me.

Shit.

I turned my head towards the table again and muttered my answer.

"What?" She leaned her ear towards me and I lifted my head a bit.

"I don't know." I said in a quiet voice hoping she wouldn't hear. The same hope was crushed when she loudly gasped.

"My reserve and quiet brother has fallen in love with a man whom bears no name? My my, how scandalous!" She said in her best dramatic voice, which actually sounded good taken in the fact that she was part of the drama club.

"Ugh, you're like Jace." I leaned back against my chair and stretched a bit.

"Please, don't compare me to that thing." She said in a playful voice indicating she didn't really mean it. "Anyways, does this mystery man of yours look hot?"

"Izzy!" I shouted in a hushed tone, in fear of any one of our parents would walk right in. It'd be pretty bad if they found out I'm gay.

Did I forget to mention I'm a hopeless closet case?

"What? Oh fine, let's continue in my room." We both stood up and went up the staircase towards Izzy's room or in this case, the den of interrogation.

"Sooo, answer the question." Izzy said as she plopped down on her bed and rolled to her stomach. Izzy's room was a light shade of the color of pink carnations. Her room had a similar orientation as my room, but with a way bigger closet but a slightly smaller bed. Her desk was decorated with pictures and scrapbook décor and some of her clothes were hanging on the chair and were sprawled across the floor.

"Well, uh," I squirmed a bit in place and waited a few minutes and Izzy moaned as her patience was slowly melting away.

"Okay okay fine, he's hot." I huffed, and sat down on the chair near the closet.

"Describe." She turned and looked at me with a serious face.

"Um, he has olive skin and he's really tall." I felt embarrassed and the blush rising up my cheeks as I recalled what he looked like. "He has really nice eyes; the color resembled a cat's. And his smile is beautiful and he's really handsome—"

I stopped when I heard Izzy starting to laugh and I put my face in my hands. I felt the heat of the blush rise up some more and even spreading to my ears and neck. Goddammit, why do I blush so easily?

"Heh, sorry," She tried to stop laughing and smiled at me. "It's been awhile since you've talked about a guy with much praise."

I glared at her with a poker face. "Yeah yeah, whatever." I stood up, feeling a bit uncomfortable by what happened and made my way to her door. "Can I go now?"

Izzy smirked and grabbed her phone. "Nope. Tell me how you guys met."

I looked at her with a face that said "are you serious" and she returned it with smug expression which automatically said "yes". I huffed and crossed my arms. I told her all about the assignment the teacher gave, to the said smile I described before, up until where I ran out of the classroom feeling as if I was running in a marathon.

After the whole thing, Izzy stayed quiet for a bit. "Man it's like my conversation with Jace all over again," I thought and she finally spoke.

"You like him a lot, don't you?"

I blushed and turned away, facing her closet. She giggled and I felt a bit uncomfortable so I stood up, a bit too quick and faced her. "Can I go now?"

Izzy huffed and fixed her position so her head was on the headboard. "Fine, you may leave my sanctuary." She said as she waved her hand as if she was sending me off. Before I shut the door close, I heard Izzy raise her voice.

"You better give me updates!" I rolled my eyes and turned the door knob, close the door, and went back to my room.

I entered my room and closed the door. I made my way to the bed and laid down, turning so my stomach was on the bed. I sighed, and burrowed my face against the pillow.

"Why am I acting like this?" I said to myself and banged my head against the pillow, and banging it again when I noticed I was thinking too much about it. Yes, it's normal for me to act like this when I actually know the guy. No, it's not normal when just a smile can already make me blush. Yes, it is easy to make me blush. No, I don't blush that easily unless the man was handsome as him.

I rolled so my back was on the bed and I scratched my head in frustration. I was frustrated at how I was feeling, frustrated about over thinking about it, frustrated at me being frustrated, and the never ending emotion of aggravation never ends.

"I totally bet he isn't even thinking about this." My feeling of frustration was shifting into one of sadness.

Wait, why the hell am I sad about this?

I yelled in a tone where it was loud but no one could hear and shuffled into the covers, roughly moving everything and I finally calmed down.

"You know what, fuck it. I'll sleep on it." I rested my head against the pillow, concentrated on the goal of sleeping on the topic. Maybe tomorrow I won't be so annoyed by the way I was thinking about this, maybe not. I didn't care anymore, I just wanted rest.

I shut the light on the side table and got comfortable on the bed. As I fell asleep, I thought about getting my mind straight, and a pair of cat colored eyes.

A/N: I may or may not edited this chapter half assed (whoops) so feel free to correct anything.

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